In a Dublin moment more precious
than stones inlaid in engagement rings,
a daughter’s French polished nails
tap H. M. Samuels window, staccato,
she shows a still young mother,
married twenty-five years that diamond band
she desires. A fortnight ago, a drunken
Northern friend dusted a glittering halo.
on her blouse. Recalled how it was bequeathed
by a Belfast fiancé half a decade dead. |